After the Show VIP 1/1
Title: After the Show VIP
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warning: Uh... basically just smut.
Summary: Junsu scored VIP tickets. Jaejoong could care less.
A/N: Wrong update. I know. But I couldn't help myself. I MISS JAEJOONG!
This is kind of a follow up to After the Show but you don't need to read it to understand this one. They are just set in the same universe of sorts.
This is a hasty update. Sorry for any annoying typos. I will fix them after my trip. Laterz. Enjoy.
“DID YOU SEE THAT!? YUNHO TOTALLY-” Junsu began as they walked out of the pit.
“Yes, I did. I was right next to you, Junsu.”
Jaejoong had to fight the urge to slap the shit eating grin off Junsu’s face. Honestly, VIP tickets to any concert would have been cool if they had not required him to fly thousands of miles over the pacific to a land where he could barely communicate with a ten year old, on the simple motivation that his best friend get the fuck of his life. He loved Junsu like he would probably never love another friend. But even a strange sort of brotherly devotion could not keep the slight spite from crawling up his spine.
“You are going to get murdered by fangirls one day,” Jaejoong commented snidely. “Didn’t you say TVXQ had like-a million?”
Next to him, Junsu stopped, begging for his attention with crossed arms and a pout. “You had a good time. Admit it,” he egged on. “It was fun! You were dancing and singing along with me the entire time.”
“I was not!”
“Yeah, you were. You loved it.”
“I liked it,” Jaejoong corrected.
“Yeah, right. Your ass just about hit the floor when Changmin handed you that rose,” Junsu pointed out, eyeing the flower Jaejoong still held.
Unable to deny the fact, Jaejoong huffed as he threw the rose at Junsu. He was about to walk away when Junsu reached for his arm. “WHAT?!” he yelled.
“Sorry, Jae. But come on, you know it was worth the trip. Right?” Junsu asked with alarmingly high pitched tone.
“Like I said, I liked it.”
Junsu’s touch snuck from Jaejoong’s forearm up to his shoulder, taking its sweet time as it dragged across his chest and under his jacket. The younger man’s lips then moved up to his ear. “I’ll make it up to you later then,” he whispered.
Ten years’ worth of friendship had taught Jaejoong that Junsu, though technically a year younger, could not only be incredibly persuasive under the façade of a cute and easy going lad but also incredibly sassy. Few ever saw that side of him and it was precisely because Jaejoong was one of those few who often did, that he could resist it. At least initially.
“Your ass is not going to make up for the fact that I had to miss my club’s fall production to come here, that I had to sit through a fourteen hour flight, or that I was groped by overexcited squealing underage fans all night,” Jaejoong assured.
“How about I-”
“Nope. THAT is not even option.”
Junsu was about to retaliate when a young girl with the word STAFF clearly stamped across her breasts, approached them saying something Jaejoong wouldn’t be able to understand in a million years. Instead, he stayed put, watching as Junsu easily communicated with the girl. When his young friend returned, Jaejoong just shrugged.
“Seriously? You didn’t get any of that?”
“Why would I?” Jaejoong asked.
“You are as estranged to your heritage as I am to penguins in Antarctica, Jae. Korean isn’t even that difficult.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Japanese is more fun,” he said.
Cause for Junsu to burst out in laughter. “Come on, the staff is getting suspicious of us. We should head backstage before the fangirls start doing the same.”
“Get suspicious or head backstage? Just how many groupies does this group require?”
“Get suspicious, you dick! Is sex really all you ever think about?”
“It is when it means your ass is off limits.”
Junsu laughed again. “Only for today. Promise. Now, move it!”
The venues in Olympic Park were large and with proper rooms to pass for dressing rooms. Unfortunately for Jaejoong, that also meant that finding a damn restroom was more of a challenge than he thought it would be. By the time they actually did find one, Junsu had grown impatient and he had no choice but to let Junsu go to the dressing rooms first. It was only after thoroughly checking himself that he decided to follow. But he came to stop when a man approached him as he walked out the door, eyes cross and shoulders oddly straight.
“Fuck.”
Predicting the impending questioning, Jaejoong tried to walk away, hoping to catch up to Junsu before he was forced to deal with the situation. However, the man was not shy about stopping him immediately.
From his dress, Jaejoong could tell he was a guard. But other than that, every things else was lost on him. Like the girl before, this man spoke too quickly and never repeated a damn thing. He just went on and on with a heavy temper.
Jaejoong tried shaking his head, telling the man in English that he didn’t understand. No lack of Korean discouraged the man though.
Just about when he was about to give up and let himself be thrown out, a VIP tag was swung in front of him. It took all but three seconds for him to realize that it was HIS VIP tag. He reached for it but it was held higher in a lame attempt to keep him from reaching it. He followed the lanyard length up to the hand that held it and then down the arm to find a very familiar face.
Shim Changmin was standing only inches from him, looking haughty and very pleased with himself. He said something to the guard that sent the man away. Jaejoong didn’t have much time to really process much of what has happening before he found himself face to face with the idol singer again.
“Uh. Thank you. I must have left this back there,” Jaejoong tried with decent confidence. But none of that was in Korean and he doubted the handsome idol had any idea what he was saying. So he simply took the tag back and bowed slightly. A gesture that took all his nerve to attempt.
Jaejoong was no ordinary folk. He had been told that most of his life. Unlike Junsu, who was lithe and approachably good looking, Jaejoong was built to intimidate. He boxed often and ran every night before bed. In a place like the USA, his pretty face was unmistakable but his strong form gave him an edge, an advantage.
However, next to the monstrosity that stood before him, wearing little else aside from a black sleeveless concert tee and white jeans, Jaejoong felt like a pumpkin. He suddenly regretted his choice of a simple black jersey over a grey t-shirt and black jeans. He also regretted covering up his neglected blond locks with an old turquoise beanie because even after hours of sweating around a larger than life stage, Shim Changmin’s hair still looked fucking perfect.
“You probably have no idea what the fuck I’m saying, do you? I’m going to kill Junsu. Correction, I’m going to cut off his dick and shove it up his own ass” he mused to himself.
Shim Changmin raised his brow but otherwise said nothing, which did nothing for Jaejoong’s short temper. Watching the silent idol smile shortly after only made things worse. Again he groaned, slapping his own forehead when he recognized a laugh he had heard countless times on stage tonight.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect. A lifetime of mastering the cool effect and I’m still just a joke in front some fucking celebrity. I’m going to kill Junsu.”
Before he had much time to brood though, Shim Changmin began to walk down the hallway. Noticing that Jaejoong didn’t follow him he turned slightly and nodded in the direction he was headed.
Jaejoong’s head cocked, his lower lip slightly pouted before realization hit. “Oh. Right. You probably know where Junsu went, don’t you?” he asked to no one in particular. He followed down the hall, made one turn after another, then down another long hallway before Jaejoong grew suspicious and stopped. This area was way too dim to be part of any backstage zone.
“Yah!” He shouted. Shim Changmin turned, also stopping. Jaejoong spread his arms and then crossed them again, hoping that was a universal sign for WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
Again, that stupidly sexy smile creeped up the singer’s face but this time the man didn’t stay still. He took a step forward, aiming for Jaejoong. Jaejoong almost stumbled back but resolved to keep steady and not let himself be intimidated by the handsome idol. Because that just couldn’t happen.
“We are nowhere near the dressing rooms are we?” Jaejoong asked. Again, mindful that the singer probably didn’t understand.
To his surprise, Shim Changmin didn’t stop and all too soon they were less than a foot apart. Jaejoong lost his nerve and stepped back, not realizing that he was being led against a wall. Before he knew it, he was trapped, two strong arms on either side of his head.
“Uh. Dude-” Jaejoong stuttered as two devilishly dark eyes started back at him.
When the Korean word for pretty was uttered Jaejoong gasped. Did Shim Changmin just call him pretty?
Wait. PRETTY?
Fucking dammit.
“Yah!”
The other man laughed. Although, much of his posture stayed as it was, rather than leaning down to Jaejoong’s eye level, the singer’s chin rose with the sound of his laughter; shoulders just a tad bit higher, neck outstretched and arms flexing with every inhale.
Jaejoong couldn’t help himself and hissed, pushing the other man’s arms away as he tried to move as far away from the wall as possible. But a strong arm wrapped around his chest and another around his middle from behind, stopping him short.
“미안,” the singer whispered with a fluttery heat that traveled from Jaejoong’s ear down to his groin.
“That meant sorry, didn’t it?” Jaejoong thought to himself. “Fuck,” was all that ended up coming out.
“Fuck,” the singer repeated.
Again, Jaejoong could feel him smiling before he was aware of tender lips finding his pulse. The pressure was light, airy. But the subtle heat of the singer’s breathe and curious fingers searching just above the bare line of Jaejoong’s jeans, burned.
Jaejoong felt himself caving much too quickly.
“Fuck?” the singer’s asked this time, mimicking him perfectly.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever.”
Without warning, Jaejoong turned, pushing the singer against the wall as he aimed for his taunting lips. Almost as if to mock him, Shim Changmin smiled, pulling back his tongue.
Not standing for it, Jaejoong grabbed the other by the neck. “Listen, Shim Changmin. You either kiss me good or this goes nowhere!” Jaejoong warned, hoping his tone of voice was enough.
Shim Changmin did kiss him. He kissed him like both their libidos depended on it; keeping the pretty foreigner tightly against his hard body, not missing any opportunity to reach for skin.
When they both began grinding against each other it was almost too much. Jaejong moaned, groaned, complained. Anything to get things going. Soon enough, the singer’s hand was down his jeans, pumping him generously. But before he had a chance to come, the singer stopped, only to turn them around so that Jaejoong was facing the wall.
His jacket was removed and pants lowered. Jaejoong wondered just how likely it was for them to be caught. Then decided it didn’t matter. A few days from now he would be in a completely different country. Fangirls be dammed.
The idol’s hand reached for his cock again, this time with more conviction. He came shortly after a smooth tongue traced the edge of his ear, filling the other man’s hand with his release.
Judging from Shim Changmin’s breathe, however, things were far from over.
Jaejoong’s head banged against the wall as he was turned again. Everything felt hasty except the long lingering kisses the singer never failed to give. Hungry for more, he fell to his knees and freed the singer’s cock before taking it into his mouth.
He heard the singer moan, curling his clean hand through Jaejoong’s hair before giving a quick thrust. Jaejoong nearly gagged and tightened his grip on the other’s hip in warning. But it did little to help him control the pace. Shim Changmin was a hell bound bastard.
Not quite ready to give up control, Jaejoong swirled his tongue around the crown and loosened his hold around the other’s long cock, teasing. He was surprised to find the other man was in no hurry. At least, that was the theory until fingers tightened around his hair and made him stand.
Foreheads meeting, lips barely touching and skin damp with sweat, neither moved for few a seconds.
Suddenly, everything felt like it was in slow motion. Shim Changmin’s sullied hand snaked around and down Jaejoong’s too sensitive skin, already begging to be touched. A single intrusion was all it took for Jaejoong’s knees to give out and heart to beg for mercy.
But what was mercy? Another agonizing stretch? Or none at all? Both would be unbearable, but only one would feel like the stars exploded and wrapped around him, taking him far above the clouds.
Having more self-control than Jaejoong could ever conjure, the devilish singer fell to his knees and turned Jaejoong around. Jaejoong moaned, knowing what was coming.
Shim Changmin’s strong hands spread him apart before his warm tongue rimmed the sensitive ring between abundant flesh, cause for Jaejoong to beg. He wanted more, needed more. He knew he was being needy but he didn’t care.
The first intrusion was heaven sent and when the idol’s tongue joined, heaven burned deliciously.
The second intrusion however, hurt. A barely audible whine blew to through Jaejoong’s lips but it was enough. The singer heard it and stopped, albeit, without removing either of his fingers. He was ready to protest until the man’s grip softened. He realized, the singer was waiting.
Taking a deep breathe, Jaejoong arched toward him, giving him the-go.
The idol’s tongue returned and Jaejoong was thankful but the third intrusion was a little harder to bear than he thought it would be.
It took some cunning and finesse for Jaejoong to forget the pain or perhaps for it to actually disappear altogether. And when it finally did, he was back into the fires of temptation.
He had no idea when the three fingers began to move freely or when the singer’s tongue moved up to his nape, around his pulse and up to the corner of his mouth. Meeting the singer’s lips was much easier than anything he could hope to do under the other’s control.
“Fuck. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Shim Changmin had the timing of a fucking sorcerer. If there was no opportunity, he created it. If there was opportunity, he made sure to squeeze every drop of it. That is how in between kisses he managed to replace his fingers easily, making the slow drag feel like a scrape of velvet against skin. Were it not for the deathly grip at either side of his hip, Jaejoong wouldn’t even have known what was happening. He knew he would bruise and for once he didn’t fucking care. He wanted to feel it go deeper, go faster, hit harder.
So he begged.
Jaejoong came again, this time more mindful of where he spilled. But Changmin’s thrusts had yet to stop and his body tightened around him, barely letting him go. It all just felt too damn good.
The singer removed himself just before he came, also releasing onto the wall next to Jaejoong. Happy he didn’t have to worry too much about cleaning up, Jaejoong pulled away and straightened up his clothes before leaning against the wall and facing the singer.
Shim Changmin stalked toward him, eyes on Jaejoong’s lips. Jaejoong smiled, welcoming the silent request.
~@~
Jaejoong and Shim Changmin walked into the dressing room to find Junsu already on Yunho’s lap; shirt removed and jeans unfastened. From the looks of it, Junsu looked too happy to have just started anything.
“Oh, Jae! You’re here. Good. I thought you had been kicked out,” Junsu said, reaching for his shirt.
“Yeah, I can see you were terribly worried” Jaejoong replied, unamused.
Junsu only smiled.
“So this is what a VIP dressing room looks like, huh? Not bad. You guys do good,” Jaejoong complimented, knowing neither idol could understand.
Junsu translated, cause for both men to bow in gratitude.
Jaejoong ignored the salute, instead turning his attention to the comfy looking sofas. But not before Junsu’s distinct laugh caught his attention. “What?” he asked.
“Changmin just asked me if you are Japanese. I told them your parents are Korean like mine but he doesn’t believe me.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I might as well be,” he said.
“You know, they are both fluent. They tour Japan often. You could technically communicate with them too,” Junsu pointed out, watching Jaejoong flinch when he sat down. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You just-wait-no FUCKING way!”
Junsu’s mouth gaped. He looked to Changmin and then back to Jaejoong. “Did you lose your ass virginity to Shim Changmin?
Jaejoong said nothing.
“THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
“Why not?” Jaejoong asked amused, barely able to cross his legs.
“I was supposed to do that.”
“Why in the world would you think I would let your inexperienced dick anywhere near my ass?”
“You took mine!”
“Yeah, that’s different.”
“Bwoah?! I can’t believe you!”
“Shim Changmin wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t going to say no,” Jaejoong said as a matter of factly. “Would you?”
Junsu thought for a moment. “Point. But still. You have to make it up to me.”
“Fine.”
“Can I-”
“No.”
“You suck.”
“No, you do. And you’re much better at it. That’s why I let you do it.”
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warning: Uh... basically just smut.
Summary: Junsu scored VIP tickets. Jaejoong could care less.
A/N: Wrong update. I know. But I couldn't help myself. I MISS JAEJOONG!
This is kind of a follow up to After the Show but you don't need to read it to understand this one. They are just set in the same universe of sorts.
This is a hasty update. Sorry for any annoying typos. I will fix them after my trip. Laterz. Enjoy.
“DID YOU SEE THAT!? YUNHO TOTALLY-” Junsu began as they walked out of the pit.
“Yes, I did. I was right next to you, Junsu.”
Jaejoong had to fight the urge to slap the shit eating grin off Junsu’s face. Honestly, VIP tickets to any concert would have been cool if they had not required him to fly thousands of miles over the pacific to a land where he could barely communicate with a ten year old, on the simple motivation that his best friend get the fuck of his life. He loved Junsu like he would probably never love another friend. But even a strange sort of brotherly devotion could not keep the slight spite from crawling up his spine.
“You are going to get murdered by fangirls one day,” Jaejoong commented snidely. “Didn’t you say TVXQ had like-a million?”
Next to him, Junsu stopped, begging for his attention with crossed arms and a pout. “You had a good time. Admit it,” he egged on. “It was fun! You were dancing and singing along with me the entire time.”
“I was not!”
“Yeah, you were. You loved it.”
“I liked it,” Jaejoong corrected.
“Yeah, right. Your ass just about hit the floor when Changmin handed you that rose,” Junsu pointed out, eyeing the flower Jaejoong still held.
Unable to deny the fact, Jaejoong huffed as he threw the rose at Junsu. He was about to walk away when Junsu reached for his arm. “WHAT?!” he yelled.
“Sorry, Jae. But come on, you know it was worth the trip. Right?” Junsu asked with alarmingly high pitched tone.
“Like I said, I liked it.”
Junsu’s touch snuck from Jaejoong’s forearm up to his shoulder, taking its sweet time as it dragged across his chest and under his jacket. The younger man’s lips then moved up to his ear. “I’ll make it up to you later then,” he whispered.
Ten years’ worth of friendship had taught Jaejoong that Junsu, though technically a year younger, could not only be incredibly persuasive under the façade of a cute and easy going lad but also incredibly sassy. Few ever saw that side of him and it was precisely because Jaejoong was one of those few who often did, that he could resist it. At least initially.
“Your ass is not going to make up for the fact that I had to miss my club’s fall production to come here, that I had to sit through a fourteen hour flight, or that I was groped by overexcited squealing underage fans all night,” Jaejoong assured.
“How about I-”
“Nope. THAT is not even option.”
Junsu was about to retaliate when a young girl with the word STAFF clearly stamped across her breasts, approached them saying something Jaejoong wouldn’t be able to understand in a million years. Instead, he stayed put, watching as Junsu easily communicated with the girl. When his young friend returned, Jaejoong just shrugged.
“Seriously? You didn’t get any of that?”
“Why would I?” Jaejoong asked.
“You are as estranged to your heritage as I am to penguins in Antarctica, Jae. Korean isn’t even that difficult.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Japanese is more fun,” he said.
Cause for Junsu to burst out in laughter. “Come on, the staff is getting suspicious of us. We should head backstage before the fangirls start doing the same.”
“Get suspicious or head backstage? Just how many groupies does this group require?”
“Get suspicious, you dick! Is sex really all you ever think about?”
“It is when it means your ass is off limits.”
Junsu laughed again. “Only for today. Promise. Now, move it!”
The venues in Olympic Park were large and with proper rooms to pass for dressing rooms. Unfortunately for Jaejoong, that also meant that finding a damn restroom was more of a challenge than he thought it would be. By the time they actually did find one, Junsu had grown impatient and he had no choice but to let Junsu go to the dressing rooms first. It was only after thoroughly checking himself that he decided to follow. But he came to stop when a man approached him as he walked out the door, eyes cross and shoulders oddly straight.
“Fuck.”
Predicting the impending questioning, Jaejoong tried to walk away, hoping to catch up to Junsu before he was forced to deal with the situation. However, the man was not shy about stopping him immediately.
From his dress, Jaejoong could tell he was a guard. But other than that, every things else was lost on him. Like the girl before, this man spoke too quickly and never repeated a damn thing. He just went on and on with a heavy temper.
Jaejoong tried shaking his head, telling the man in English that he didn’t understand. No lack of Korean discouraged the man though.
Just about when he was about to give up and let himself be thrown out, a VIP tag was swung in front of him. It took all but three seconds for him to realize that it was HIS VIP tag. He reached for it but it was held higher in a lame attempt to keep him from reaching it. He followed the lanyard length up to the hand that held it and then down the arm to find a very familiar face.
Shim Changmin was standing only inches from him, looking haughty and very pleased with himself. He said something to the guard that sent the man away. Jaejoong didn’t have much time to really process much of what has happening before he found himself face to face with the idol singer again.
“Uh. Thank you. I must have left this back there,” Jaejoong tried with decent confidence. But none of that was in Korean and he doubted the handsome idol had any idea what he was saying. So he simply took the tag back and bowed slightly. A gesture that took all his nerve to attempt.
Jaejoong was no ordinary folk. He had been told that most of his life. Unlike Junsu, who was lithe and approachably good looking, Jaejoong was built to intimidate. He boxed often and ran every night before bed. In a place like the USA, his pretty face was unmistakable but his strong form gave him an edge, an advantage.
However, next to the monstrosity that stood before him, wearing little else aside from a black sleeveless concert tee and white jeans, Jaejoong felt like a pumpkin. He suddenly regretted his choice of a simple black jersey over a grey t-shirt and black jeans. He also regretted covering up his neglected blond locks with an old turquoise beanie because even after hours of sweating around a larger than life stage, Shim Changmin’s hair still looked fucking perfect.
“You probably have no idea what the fuck I’m saying, do you? I’m going to kill Junsu. Correction, I’m going to cut off his dick and shove it up his own ass” he mused to himself.
Shim Changmin raised his brow but otherwise said nothing, which did nothing for Jaejoong’s short temper. Watching the silent idol smile shortly after only made things worse. Again he groaned, slapping his own forehead when he recognized a laugh he had heard countless times on stage tonight.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect. A lifetime of mastering the cool effect and I’m still just a joke in front some fucking celebrity. I’m going to kill Junsu.”
Before he had much time to brood though, Shim Changmin began to walk down the hallway. Noticing that Jaejoong didn’t follow him he turned slightly and nodded in the direction he was headed.
Jaejoong’s head cocked, his lower lip slightly pouted before realization hit. “Oh. Right. You probably know where Junsu went, don’t you?” he asked to no one in particular. He followed down the hall, made one turn after another, then down another long hallway before Jaejoong grew suspicious and stopped. This area was way too dim to be part of any backstage zone.
“Yah!” He shouted. Shim Changmin turned, also stopping. Jaejoong spread his arms and then crossed them again, hoping that was a universal sign for WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
Again, that stupidly sexy smile creeped up the singer’s face but this time the man didn’t stay still. He took a step forward, aiming for Jaejoong. Jaejoong almost stumbled back but resolved to keep steady and not let himself be intimidated by the handsome idol. Because that just couldn’t happen.
“We are nowhere near the dressing rooms are we?” Jaejoong asked. Again, mindful that the singer probably didn’t understand.
To his surprise, Shim Changmin didn’t stop and all too soon they were less than a foot apart. Jaejoong lost his nerve and stepped back, not realizing that he was being led against a wall. Before he knew it, he was trapped, two strong arms on either side of his head.
“Uh. Dude-” Jaejoong stuttered as two devilishly dark eyes started back at him.
When the Korean word for pretty was uttered Jaejoong gasped. Did Shim Changmin just call him pretty?
Wait. PRETTY?
Fucking dammit.
“Yah!”
The other man laughed. Although, much of his posture stayed as it was, rather than leaning down to Jaejoong’s eye level, the singer’s chin rose with the sound of his laughter; shoulders just a tad bit higher, neck outstretched and arms flexing with every inhale.
Jaejoong couldn’t help himself and hissed, pushing the other man’s arms away as he tried to move as far away from the wall as possible. But a strong arm wrapped around his chest and another around his middle from behind, stopping him short.
“미안,” the singer whispered with a fluttery heat that traveled from Jaejoong’s ear down to his groin.
“That meant sorry, didn’t it?” Jaejoong thought to himself. “Fuck,” was all that ended up coming out.
“Fuck,” the singer repeated.
Again, Jaejoong could feel him smiling before he was aware of tender lips finding his pulse. The pressure was light, airy. But the subtle heat of the singer’s breathe and curious fingers searching just above the bare line of Jaejoong’s jeans, burned.
Jaejoong felt himself caving much too quickly.
“Fuck?” the singer’s asked this time, mimicking him perfectly.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever.”
Without warning, Jaejoong turned, pushing the singer against the wall as he aimed for his taunting lips. Almost as if to mock him, Shim Changmin smiled, pulling back his tongue.
Not standing for it, Jaejoong grabbed the other by the neck. “Listen, Shim Changmin. You either kiss me good or this goes nowhere!” Jaejoong warned, hoping his tone of voice was enough.
Shim Changmin did kiss him. He kissed him like both their libidos depended on it; keeping the pretty foreigner tightly against his hard body, not missing any opportunity to reach for skin.
When they both began grinding against each other it was almost too much. Jaejong moaned, groaned, complained. Anything to get things going. Soon enough, the singer’s hand was down his jeans, pumping him generously. But before he had a chance to come, the singer stopped, only to turn them around so that Jaejoong was facing the wall.
His jacket was removed and pants lowered. Jaejoong wondered just how likely it was for them to be caught. Then decided it didn’t matter. A few days from now he would be in a completely different country. Fangirls be dammed.
The idol’s hand reached for his cock again, this time with more conviction. He came shortly after a smooth tongue traced the edge of his ear, filling the other man’s hand with his release.
Judging from Shim Changmin’s breathe, however, things were far from over.
Jaejoong’s head banged against the wall as he was turned again. Everything felt hasty except the long lingering kisses the singer never failed to give. Hungry for more, he fell to his knees and freed the singer’s cock before taking it into his mouth.
He heard the singer moan, curling his clean hand through Jaejoong’s hair before giving a quick thrust. Jaejoong nearly gagged and tightened his grip on the other’s hip in warning. But it did little to help him control the pace. Shim Changmin was a hell bound bastard.
Not quite ready to give up control, Jaejoong swirled his tongue around the crown and loosened his hold around the other’s long cock, teasing. He was surprised to find the other man was in no hurry. At least, that was the theory until fingers tightened around his hair and made him stand.
Foreheads meeting, lips barely touching and skin damp with sweat, neither moved for few a seconds.
Suddenly, everything felt like it was in slow motion. Shim Changmin’s sullied hand snaked around and down Jaejoong’s too sensitive skin, already begging to be touched. A single intrusion was all it took for Jaejoong’s knees to give out and heart to beg for mercy.
But what was mercy? Another agonizing stretch? Or none at all? Both would be unbearable, but only one would feel like the stars exploded and wrapped around him, taking him far above the clouds.
Having more self-control than Jaejoong could ever conjure, the devilish singer fell to his knees and turned Jaejoong around. Jaejoong moaned, knowing what was coming.
Shim Changmin’s strong hands spread him apart before his warm tongue rimmed the sensitive ring between abundant flesh, cause for Jaejoong to beg. He wanted more, needed more. He knew he was being needy but he didn’t care.
The first intrusion was heaven sent and when the idol’s tongue joined, heaven burned deliciously.
The second intrusion however, hurt. A barely audible whine blew to through Jaejoong’s lips but it was enough. The singer heard it and stopped, albeit, without removing either of his fingers. He was ready to protest until the man’s grip softened. He realized, the singer was waiting.
Taking a deep breathe, Jaejoong arched toward him, giving him the-go.
The idol’s tongue returned and Jaejoong was thankful but the third intrusion was a little harder to bear than he thought it would be.
It took some cunning and finesse for Jaejoong to forget the pain or perhaps for it to actually disappear altogether. And when it finally did, he was back into the fires of temptation.
He had no idea when the three fingers began to move freely or when the singer’s tongue moved up to his nape, around his pulse and up to the corner of his mouth. Meeting the singer’s lips was much easier than anything he could hope to do under the other’s control.
“Fuck. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Shim Changmin had the timing of a fucking sorcerer. If there was no opportunity, he created it. If there was opportunity, he made sure to squeeze every drop of it. That is how in between kisses he managed to replace his fingers easily, making the slow drag feel like a scrape of velvet against skin. Were it not for the deathly grip at either side of his hip, Jaejoong wouldn’t even have known what was happening. He knew he would bruise and for once he didn’t fucking care. He wanted to feel it go deeper, go faster, hit harder.
So he begged.
Jaejoong came again, this time more mindful of where he spilled. But Changmin’s thrusts had yet to stop and his body tightened around him, barely letting him go. It all just felt too damn good.
The singer removed himself just before he came, also releasing onto the wall next to Jaejoong. Happy he didn’t have to worry too much about cleaning up, Jaejoong pulled away and straightened up his clothes before leaning against the wall and facing the singer.
Shim Changmin stalked toward him, eyes on Jaejoong’s lips. Jaejoong smiled, welcoming the silent request.
~@~
Jaejoong and Shim Changmin walked into the dressing room to find Junsu already on Yunho’s lap; shirt removed and jeans unfastened. From the looks of it, Junsu looked too happy to have just started anything.
“Oh, Jae! You’re here. Good. I thought you had been kicked out,” Junsu said, reaching for his shirt.
“Yeah, I can see you were terribly worried” Jaejoong replied, unamused.
Junsu only smiled.
“So this is what a VIP dressing room looks like, huh? Not bad. You guys do good,” Jaejoong complimented, knowing neither idol could understand.
Junsu translated, cause for both men to bow in gratitude.
Jaejoong ignored the salute, instead turning his attention to the comfy looking sofas. But not before Junsu’s distinct laugh caught his attention. “What?” he asked.
“Changmin just asked me if you are Japanese. I told them your parents are Korean like mine but he doesn’t believe me.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I might as well be,” he said.
“You know, they are both fluent. They tour Japan often. You could technically communicate with them too,” Junsu pointed out, watching Jaejoong flinch when he sat down. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You just-wait-no FUCKING way!”
Junsu’s mouth gaped. He looked to Changmin and then back to Jaejoong. “Did you lose your ass virginity to Shim Changmin?
Jaejoong said nothing.
“THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
“Why not?” Jaejoong asked amused, barely able to cross his legs.
“I was supposed to do that.”
“Why in the world would you think I would let your inexperienced dick anywhere near my ass?”
“You took mine!”
“Yeah, that’s different.”
“Bwoah?! I can’t believe you!”
“Shim Changmin wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t going to say no,” Jaejoong said as a matter of factly. “Would you?”
Junsu thought for a moment. “Point. But still. You have to make it up to me.”
“Fine.”
“Can I-”
“No.”
“You suck.”
“No, you do. And you’re much better at it. That’s why I let you do it.”